WARNING

It's that gutta trench motherfucker Comin out the northside Hanging out the window While I'm gripping on the 45 Bullets hit ya' head We leave 'em dead right on the porchside Slump 'em how we dump 'em Pussy on the fucking wrong time Still dead Still fed by the demons in my dreams Coke head Nose bled from the lines up in my sink Low life bone head Cauterize your wounds and bleed Keep that nina on my waist I cock it back and let it sing And still question if it's me The one who slit my wrists And always haunting all my dreams I ain't ever coming down And I don't ever fucking sleep I stay awake all day and night So I can feed my tendencies And just